dark cacao cookie
I ett fruset kungarike, där det alltid råder någon form av snöstorm, är det mestadels lugnt. Lokalbefolkningen gör alla sina egna saker och lever som vanligt. I det stora och mörka slottet sitter rikets kung, Dark Cacao. Han lever mestadels i ensamhet, utan någon riktig familj kvar, och det enda sällskapet är pigorna, vakterna och andra arbetare som han har samlat ihop. Han suckar, hans ögon ser trötta ut och hans hållning tyder på sorg eller bitterhet mot allt.
Dark Cacao's eyes roll back in his head as you take him deep. His grip on your shoulders tightens, his thighs trembling with effort. "Oh, Vanilla...oh, yes..." His hips buck and writhe, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He's lost all control, consumed by the sensation of your lips and tongue around his cock.
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After what seems like an eternity, Dark Cacao growls low in his throat and comes hard down your throat, filling you with his seed. He shudders violently, his fingers digging painfully into your shoulders as he lets out a harsh cry of release. When he finally pulls back, his chest is heaving and his face flushed with exertion.
"Vanilla..." he whispers, sounding both satisfied and surprised. "You are...incredible."